ft. edmund pevensie x f! reader — the chronicles of narnia
contains: smut!! 3.2k words┊mostly dom edmund & sub reader
➤ author's note: not one of my best works, but i hope the edmund fuckers enjoy nonetheless!
━━━ .°˖✧ a is for aftercare ˚₊ ⊹
╰₊✧ what are they like after sex?
╰₊✧ the first couple of times, edmund was even more awkward in the aftermath of intimacy than he was initiating or going through with it. it was just an entirely different kind of vulnerability that he wasn’t used to feeling or showing, causing him to blank out or even feel uncomfortable at times, being noticeably a lot more withdrawn compared to how he was a mere ten minutes earlier. still, he got over it eventually and learned that there was nothing wrong with being more exposed emotionally. if anything, it was something magical for him to experience, and he’s more than grateful for your patience with him while he was still figuring everything out.
╰₊✧ once he has an idea of what he should be doing, then he can be pretty attentive to your needs and wants, using his keen eyes and observant mind to analyze your behavior and determine what he should do for you, whether it’s getting you a drink or running a hot bath for you to recover. he isn’t perfect, but he certainly tries his best, and the bonding that happens is enough for him to start looking forward to the aftercare just as much as he does to the main event.
━━━ .°˖✧ b is for body ˚₊ ⊹
╰₊✧ what is their favorite part of them and on you?
╰₊✧ edmund doesn’t really have a favorite part of himself physically. he doesn’t think of himself as particularly handsome with his boyish face and slender figure, but looks never mattered to him much anyway, often preferring to list his intelligence as his favorite trait above anything regarding his looks. if he did have to choose, then maybe he would pick his hands. they’re his most loyal servants, helping him perform his duties, both as a king while he’s typing up important documents, and as a husband when he explores your body and puts them where you want him most.
╰₊✧ he has a similar mindset when it comes to you, loving your sharp and knowledgeable mind more than anything else in the world, but that doesn’t mean he isn’t also madly attracted to you physically. his absolute favorite thing about your appearance, however, is your eyes. they say the eyes are the windows to the soul, and he only realized how true this was when he met you. you’re able to hold entire conversations without uttering a single word, speaking volumes about your thoughts every time you look at him, whether you’re happy, annoyed, or horny, and he can always feel as though he could stare into them forever and get lost without ever wanting to be found.
━━━ .°˖✧ c is for cum ˚₊ ⊹
╰₊✧ anything to do with cum.
╰₊✧ out of all his siblings, he wants children the least. not only does he think he’s mentally unprepared for the responsibility of being a father on top of all the responsibilities he already has, he also finds them mildly annoying and smelly no matter how often they are bathed. he was one of those teenagers who outright hated them when he was younger, but now he only has a milder dislike for them because he doesn’t want to be a grown ass man hating on infants who didn’t even know their own names. so bearing all that in mind, he’s pulling out and releasing on your stomach, not wanting to risk pregnancy, especially without any contraceptives in use. however, if you really, really want children, then maybe he’d be alright with having one or two, but not any more than that.
━━━ .°˖✧ d is for dirty secret ˚₊ ⊹
╰₊✧ what lewd things have they been hiding from you?
╰₊✧ one time, while you were away in a neighboring kingdom for social reasons, he stole one of your used panties and jerked off to it, making the fabric even more dirty with his semen. he only did it that one time in a fit of lust since he felt deeply ashamed about it afterward, but once he figures out that you’ve also been stealing his worn shirts to bring with you during your travels when you missed him too much, he feels a lot less guilty for what he did and put the possibility of doing it again back on the table.
━━━ .°˖✧ e is for experience ˚₊ ⊹
╰₊✧ how experienced are they? do they know what they are doing?
╰₊✧ he has no experience, like, at all, not even so much as a girl from pre-school whom adults would ship him with because she wouldn’t stop following him around. he’s always been a little difficult in terms of personality and disinterested in romance, much preferring the company of books and adults who would play chess with him, but contrary to all that information, he practically fell in love with you at first sight during a grand gala and spent most of his efforts pursuing you until you happily entered a relationship with him. you’re his first lover, and his first time with most of the information he knew about sex coming from erotic novels he stumbled across and advice from his big brother, so he’s a little awkward at first, but in the most endearing way possible.
━━━ .°˖✧ f is for favorite position ˚₊ ⊹
╰₊✧ self-explanatory.
╰₊✧ any position that allows him to see your face would do just fine with him, mainly because he likes looking at you while you’re being pleasured and seeing all of your pretty expressions. the way your hair sticks to your sweaty face, the way your eyes scrunch tight, and the way your lips part to moan his name all have him trying to commit the image to memory, one that he’ll never forget in his entire life.
━━━ .°˖✧ g is for goofy ˚₊ ⊹
╰₊✧ are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous?
╰₊✧ he’s a little silly with his usual sassy and sarcastic comments that make you roll your eyes with a smile. it’s not uncommon to engage in a little witty banter before and after, usually ending with a swift pillow to the face or a spontaneous kiss that leads to another round.
━━━ .°˖✧ h is for hair ˚₊ ⊹
╰₊✧ how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes?
╰₊✧ this man is rocking a full bush, just as dark as the hair on his head and slightly curlier. he never bothered to trim or shave it at first, never finding a reason to do so when it never bothered him in the slightest, but once he started getting intimate with you, then he started trimming it just for your comfort (not routinely, but rather, whenever he’s in the bathroom and randomly remembers).
━━━ .°˖✧ i is for intimacy ˚₊ ⊹
╰₊✧ how romantic are they in the moment?
╰₊✧ as mentioned before, edmund struggles more with the emotional aspect of intimacy rather than the physical act. he struggles with vulnerability and insecurity, and sometimes gets so wrapped up in his own mind that he forgets how to behave and blanks out. you have to meet him in the middle and be understanding, reaching out to cup his face in your hands and pull him in for a kiss. it’s usually enough to snap him out of his thoughts before he melts into your touch, remembering the love and trust you have in each other before continuing what he started.
━━━ .°˖✧ j is for jack off˚₊ ⊹
╰₊✧ do they masturbate without you? if so, how?
╰₊✧ he doesn’t have that high of a sex drive, so he doesn’t usually do anything without you, especially when he’s busy with work. however, it can be a two-way street. sometimes, he’s so busy that all thoughts are blocked off from his mind until everything is finished, but other times, he’s so frustrated with his brain turning to goo that he can’t help but resort to the quickest means of stress relief. even just thinking of you instead of his job feels like a break as his hand dips below the waistband of his trousers, throwing his head back while fisting his cock to the thought of you. it’s so embarrassing, even more so when post-nut clarity hits him, but now that his mind is clear and he feels more relaxed, he’ll just quickly wipe off his hand before diving back into this work.
╰₊✧ he never tells you this because he thinks it’s stupid, but you’ll eventually catch wind of it when his hand isn’t enough, and you’re conveniently wandering into his office…
━━━ .°˖✧ k is for kink ˚₊ ⊹
╰₊✧ what kind of freaky things are they into giving and receiving?
╰₊✧ exhibitionism - see “w is for wild card”
╰₊✧ authority - he has a thing for being called titles of authority like “sir” or “my king,” perhaps because he’s craved being seen as powerful and respected for most of his life, but even though things have changed now, it still has his blood rushing south whenever he hears you referring to him as though he were in a higher position.
╰₊✧ switching - with the authority kink being said, it doesn’t mean he’s strictly dominant all the time. sometimes he just has had a long and exhausting day without the energy to be on top, and while in desperate need of relaxation and stress relief, he likes to have you in control and taking care of him in a similar manner to how he usually takes care of you. besides, he absolutely loves the view of you pushing your hands onto his chest while bouncing on his cock, it always makes him wonder why he doesn’t ask for this more often.
╰₊✧ praise - underneath his brash and indifferent exterior, edmund is more of a sensitive soul who grew up unnoticed in the shadows of others, causing him to become a bit of an overthinker with an inferiority complex. it makes him worry he isn’t a good enough partner for you, so when you give him praises, inside and out of the bedroom, about how much you love him and how good he’s making you feel, he can feel his heart soar with the confidence he’s always been missing, yet should always carry with him.
╰₊✧ edging/orgasm denial - the witty banter doesn’t always turn into a soft and gentle affair of making love. sometimes it’s carried over and turns into a competition, seeing who can hold out the longest after talking with such arrogance. it’s one of the few times the two of you fight for dominance rather than assuming the positions that feel most natural at the moment, constantly edging each other while making dirty remarks until the loser reaches their orgasm. (he usually loses first, but he’s quick to regain his energy and turn it around on you.)
━━━ .°˖✧ l is for location ˚₊ ⊹
╰₊✧ what are their favorite places to have sex?
╰₊✧ he prefers the bedroom, but any empty place with a lockable door will do since he isn’t very picky when he’s horny.
━━━ .°˖✧ m is for motivation ˚₊ ⊹
╰₊✧ what turns them on?
╰₊✧ to him, there’s nothing sexier than intelligence. witnessing you put your smarts on display always has his heart racing. regardless if you’re providing your teachings to another, putting your opponent in the ground during an argument, or socializing with ease to strengthen diplomatic ties, he can feel himself get all hot and bothered to the point that others can see him blushing while he rushes out of public view.
━━━ .°˖✧ n is for no ˚₊ ⊹
╰₊✧ what are their turn-offs and things they wouldn’t do?
╰₊✧ he detests the idea of sharing you with anyone else, and he would probably end the relationship if you were to explicitly suggest it, which really showcases how much he hates it. he also doesn’t like anything that would hurt each other, like hard degradation or bsdm because he feels like it violates the sacred love you have for each other.
━━━ .°˖✧ o is for oral ˚₊ ⊹
╰₊✧ how do they give you head and react to receiving it? which do they prefer?
╰₊✧ receiving head - he prefers receiving head just a little bit more than giving it, mainly because it’s one of the few moments when his brain will shut off entirely and will think of nothing but pleasure. there isn’t an opportunity for him to overthink or let his negative thoughts get to him, all he can do is uselessly buck your hips into your mouth while you swirl your tongue around his tip.
╰₊✧ giving head - he takes a more methodical approach to it, using the keen observation and ability to learn new skills that he has to use. every little detail is registered in his mind on what he should and shouldn’t do, even those breathy little gasps you get out on accident and the way your fingers tighten their grip in his dark locks. eventually, he gets a little too good at it, making you instinctively try to close your legs when the pleasure becomes too much, but he never lets you when his work isn’t finished yet, sucking on your clit like it’s a piece of candy until you burst.
━━━ .°˖✧ p is for pace ˚₊ ⊹
╰₊✧ are they fast and rough or slow and sensual?
╰₊✧ he’s not against the former, of course, finding the fast-paced action to be fun when the occasion calls for it, but edmund prefers to take things slow as he feels like it provides a more meaningful connection and allows him to remind you of how much he loves you.
━━━ .°˖✧ q is for quickie ˚₊ ⊹
╰₊✧ what are their opinions on quickies?)
╰₊✧ unless he’s suffering from overwhelming emotions that need some form of release, he prefers to make love without any time constraints and to treasure you properly in the way you deserve. things like irritation and stress can cause him to throw that sentiment out the window because of how pent up he is, but sometimes, he feels bad about it and might get you a gift to make up for it, even if you had plenty of fun in that short time span.
━━━ .°˖✧ r is for risk ˚₊ ⊹
╰₊✧ are they game to experiment? what kinds of risks are they willing to take?
╰₊✧ he’s willing to experiment with more mild things that are safe, sane, and consensual since he’s a rather vanilla guy by default. different positions and stuff like light bondage or uniformed paired with a little roleplay are alright in his book, but he might need a little more convincing for freakier things that may seem a little deviant from what’s considered standard.
━━━ .°˖✧ s is for stamina ˚₊ ⊹
╰₊✧ how many rounds can they go? how long do they last?
╰₊✧ two rounds, maybe three on a good day, and they last for as long as needed because he always wants to feel you unravel around him before he stops holding himself back. his stamina isn’t anything insane, but it gets the job done, and you’re certainly more than satisfied every time.
━━━ .°˖✧ t is for toys ˚₊ ⊹
╰₊✧ do they own them? do they prefer to use them on you or themselves?
╰₊✧ he doesn’t own any, nor does he like to use them. it just feels unnatural and even uncomfortable to him, from the way they feel in his hands to the thought of putting them anywhere near his parts, so he much prefers to stick to using the tools he was born with instead. besides, a toy can’t provide the same heat and love his mouth, fingers, or cock does, so why trade that out for some vibrating medical-grade silicone?
━━━ .°˖✧ u is for unfair ˚₊ ⊹
╰₊✧ how much do they like to tease? do they like to be teased themself?
╰₊✧ being a tease is one of the first traits that comes to your mind when it comes to edmund, both in and out of the bedroom. he can’t help it, it’s simply something that’s far too ingrained in his personality to be removed, and he’s sure that when he’s all old and gray, he’s still going to have an attitude with the nurses taking care of him. it’s a trait he shows to everyone, but there’s a clear difference when he’s teasing someone with disdain verses when he’s teasing someone with love, and he’s always particularly affectionate with you when he does so. (and he loves being teased in return, finding that the back and forth provides endless fun, and it reminds him that he really has found himself his perfect match.)
━━━ .°˖✧ v is for volume ˚₊ ⊹
╰₊✧ how loud are they? what kinds of sounds do they make?
╰₊✧ he isn’t very loud just because he’s too embarrassed by the sound of his own voice. he’ll be moaning in your ear without any problem before randomly realizing how loud he’s being and shutting up/ it’s almost comical enough to make you giggle, but it will just be a little quirk he has since he’ll never get used to listening to himself making such noises, which is a shame since he makes some of the prettiest sounds you’ve ever heard.
━━━ .°˖✧ w is for wild card ˚₊ ⊹
╰₊✧ what’s a random sex headcanon?
╰₊✧ edmund is secretly a little bit of an exhibitionist, finding the idea of possibly getting caught or possibly being overheard greatly arousing to him. he doesn’t want that to actually happen, obviously, he wasn’t interested in traumatizing anyone, and he also preferred to keep his private life private, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t get off at how loud you and get and the thought of other people knowing exactly who was fucking you as you cry out his name.
━━━ .°˖✧ x is for x-ray ˚₊ ⊹
╰₊✧ what’s going on under those clothes?
╰₊✧ he has a more slender build, just enough muscle to swing a sword when needed, but nothing too crazy. his cock mirrors that by more length than girth, pale in color with a pink tip, just barely less than six inches by being 5.7 when hard.
━━━ .°˖✧ y is for yearning ˚₊ ⊹
╰₊✧ how high is their sex drive?
╰₊✧ his sex drive isn’t actually that high, maybe getting intimate about twice a week as he prefers to show his love for you in other ways, but that number increases during times when he’s under a lot of pressure.
━━━ .°˖✧ z is for zzz ˚₊ ⊹
╰₊✧ how quickly do they fall asleep after the act?
╰₊✧ edmund has always been a little bit of an insomniac, and that doesn’t change even after you’ve tired him out. he’ll stay by your side and cuddle with you until you fall asleep, but he usually sneaks out from your embrace and heads to his desk to finish up a little extra work. once he finally starts feeling himself becoming drowsy, then he’ll wiggle back into bed with you and pull you close, placing a gentle kiss on your forehead before drifting off to sleep.
Making Up For Lost Time - Edmund Pevensie x Reader
Based on the following two requests:
can we get an enemies to lovers with edmund that has smut in it??
PLEASEE an edmund smut,, preferably something with a risk of getting caught? or not bb i don’t mind- but a lot of dirty talking too 🤭
It's not necessarily enemies to lovers? But I really hope you enjoy it, this is probably my favorite thing I've written thus far.
Summary: You and Edmund are definitely feeling the effects of your arranged marriage.
Warnings: Language, Smut, not proofed!
Female reader
You couldn't take much more of him, nor him you. The both of you knew why the marriage had to happen, Narnia couldn't risk another war, and Calormen was losing resources due to the Great Desert. As a compromise, Peter, Caspian, and Susan met with Prince Rabadash to secure a compromise. A truce between the kingdoms and a new way for the resources to be traded was sealed with the promise of a marriage between you and Edmund.
And neither of you was happy with it.
It didn't help that you had shared chambers either. You and Edmund had asked The High Kings and Queen about a switch in rooms but they only pushed further.
"Imagine what the people would think if the newlyweds weren't sharing a room?" So you were forced to live with him. Fall asleep next to him each night, and wake by his side every morning.
Granted, Edmund wasn't intolerable. He just wasn't tolerable either. He was a handsome man, sure, but that face also came with his quick wit and sharp tongue, two things you'd grown to loathe.
He'd challenge you, yes. But his tone of speech was never rude or condescending. But the biggest thing you hated about him, he was always so charming. So sweet. So fair.
He didn't earn the title of The Just King for nothing. But it just added fuel to the fire.
He'd always let you use the bath chambers first, and never complained or protested when you took longer baths.
He didn't pressure you to do anything on your wedding night. He simply kept to himself, offering you a smile and a "goodnight" from his side of the bed. You had been told what was to come, your mind was full of stories from other women in your life. Horror stories.
"It is ever so painful."
"Not pleasurable at all!"
"I can hardly wait until it's over!"
Needless to say, when your new husband had simply wished you a good night and went to sleep, you were surprised. The next morning you woke by his side, finding it odd that he had barely moved an inch. You were basically in the middle of the large bed, Edmund sleeping soundly on the edge, right where he was the night before. You were gone before he'd woken up.
Edmund never failed to greet you kindly, entering the room quietly just in case you had decided to take a nap. He never raised his voice to you either.
Was he snarky and sassy? Of course. But he had always treated you and your family with kindness and respect. It was insufferable. Sometimes you wished he'd just be rude so you would have a real reason to hate him, aside from the fact that he was your husband but you never seemed to communicate. You had gotten used to the fact that there would never be any sort of friendship, let alone a relationship, between you and Edmund, so you resorted to hating him.
The only time he'd gotten angry with you was when you hadn't returned to the bedroom one evening. Unbeknownst to you, he began searching frantically for you, creating quite a stir in the grand castle, only to find you asleep in the library. He cursed to himself before picking your sleeping form up in his arms and bringing you back to your room.
You woke up that morning in bed, confused at first about your location, but relaxing when you saw Edmund's sleeping form next to you.
As you rolled out of bed and made your way to the bathroom you heard his voice.
"Don't do that again." You froze, turning around. His dark eyes were on yours and he was very much not asleep.
"Do what?" He sat up, giving you a view of his very shirtless torso. You averted your eyes immediately.
"Not come back." Your confusion brought your eyes to him again. His lanky, but well-built frame, was now sitting on the edge of the bed.
"What?" He rose from the bed, a hand running through his dark hair. You stare at him while he walks toward you, stopping less than a foot away from you.
"You didn't come back last night. Don't do that again." He brushed your cheek with his hand, and leaned forward, pressing a kiss there too. You could feel your cheeks heating at the proximity. The last time he'd been this close to you was your wedding. He hadn't touched you since then either.
He pulled away quickly, stepping around you.
"Did you bring me back?" You turned your head to face him.
"Yes."
...
That night, there was a ball between the great nations. Narnia was the gracious host to Archenland, the Conglomeration of Nations, Ettinsmoor, and of course, Calormen.
You hadn't seen Edmund since the morning. You had been whisked away by maids to get ready for the celebration. The ball was for you and Edmund, another party after the wedding you guessed.
You were dressed in a gorgeous light blue gown with intricate white floral stitching and lace along the neckline. It was gorgeous. The long sleeves were fitted and the back laced up like a corset. Your hair had been fixed down with small braids throughout as to not disrupt the crown you'd also be adorning for the evening.
Then, you were whisked away to the celebration, the guests awaiting the arrival of the newlyweds. Edmund was waiting in the corridor, dressed in the same light blue as you, his silver crown on top of his head. He looked very handsome, more so than usual, and suddenly your thoughts were filled with images of you and Edmund dancing together, of Edmund touching you, his large hand on your waist, maybe even his lips on yours.
"M'Lady?"
You blinked, eyes meeting his. What had he just called you?
"Y-yes?"
"I said are you ready to go in?" Your cheeks heated once again and you nodded, looking away from him. He chuckled and then he laced his fingers through yours, effectively making your heart stop.
...
As soon as your introductions were over, you slipped away from Edmund's side. The thoughts kept popping up in your brain. Why did you keep thinking these thoughts? Edmund didn't want to marry you, let alone consummate the marriage, so why did your brain keep doing this? You hid yourself well by the banquet table, keeping away from the crowds.
"Queen Y/N?" You turned at the use of your title, looking at the sheer opposite of your husband. A man with blonde hair and blue eyes was staring at you with a dazzling smile. You found yourself preferring Edmund's dark hair, brown eyes, and ever-present smirk.
"Hello..."
"I am Prince Cor of Archenland. It is very nice to meet you, M'Lady."
You had to stop yourself from reacting to the name Edmund had called you only an hour before. You'd much preferred it coming from his mouth than Prince Cor. Oh now you'd done it. This poor Prince was trying to make small talk with you and now you were thinking about your husband's mouth? The blush creeping over your cheeks and shoulders was enough for you to shake yourself out of your thoughts.
"It is nice to meet you too, your Highness."
As you and Cor began to make conversation, Edmund's wondering eyes found you. His hand tightened around the goblet he'd been holding and his gaze narrowed.
"Who is that?" He hadn't even noticed he was interrupting his brother.
"Who is who?" Peter replied.
"The bloke flirting with my wife, that's who." Peter held back a laugh.
"Ed, I hardly think Prince Cor would flirt with Y/N, this is your marriage celebration after all. Besides, she wouldn't flirt with someone else so shamelessly."
Edmund wasn't even listening and was halfway across the ballroom before his brother could finish speaking.
"I really do believe that astronomy is one of the most interesting subjects one can learn about-" The Just King interrupted the blonde prince, swiftly interjecting himself into the conversation.
"Hello, My Love." Your face burned at the new name. Then he turned your face to his and kisses your cheek. You could feel your heart in your ears and you looked down, suddenly interested in the floor. "May I ask what you and Prince Cor are talking about?" The blonde man looked uncomfortable.
"We were speaking-"
"I believe I asked my wife, not you." Cor lowered his head in a nod in return, quickly and quietly exiting the conversation. If looks could kill, Prince Cor would have been dead on the ballroom floor in mere seconds from Edmund's piercing glare.
You began to slip away from your husband before his strong hand wrapped around your arm and gently tugged you back. His front was lightly pressed against your back, his head lowered so he could speak into your ear.
"And where do you think you're going?" His voice sent shivers down your spine. His hand trailed up your arm, resting where your shoulder meets your collar bone, visible from the Sabrina neckline of your dress. "Are you trying to make me jealous?"
What? Were you dreaming?
"Because it's working, darling."
Edmund's hand grasps yours again and he begins to lead you out of the room, desperate to get you alone. It isn't until you are outside of the boisterous party that you speak.
"Where are we going?" Edmund stops to look around, before ushering you into a corridor adjacent to the party. "Edmund!"
"Shh!" His hand covers your mouth and he presses his front to yours, making sure you are silent and unseen as guests walk past the hall. He looks at you and almost melts at the beautiful, wide eyes looking up at him. He removes his hand from your mouth, placing it on the wall by your head. You don't even register that the other is on your waist.
You speak gently, making sure your voice is hushed.
"Edmund, why are you jealous?" Your husband takes a deep breath before glancing down the hallway. "Ed?" Your hand timidly reaches up to bring his face back to yours and his eyes widen at the contact.
"You were talking to another man. At the celebration of our wedding."
You had to stifle your shock.
"Edmund, you are my husband, you have no reason to be jealous of a prince from a neighboring kingdom." His lips quirk up a bit.
"How can I not be when you are showing more interest in anyone else but me? I am your husband and you are my wife. I should be by your side tonight." His words are so surprising and you are glad for the wall behind you, and the man in front of you, for the extra support to stand.
"I thought you would want your space."
"Why in Aslan's name would you think that?" You look at him again, taking him in completely, the way he looks in the blue fabric, his dark hair framing his face with that godforsaken crown making him look better than he had a few hours ago. "Y/N, why do you think I wouldn't want to be near you?" His eyes search yours and you blink away, far too flushed under his heavy gaze.
"You haven't ever wanted to before." The words hit him like bricks.
"What?"
The words begin to spill out before you can stop them.
"You always sleep on your side with your back to me, you are always gone when I wake up, I never see you except when you come to get ready for bed, and on our wedding night you didn't..." You push through the embarrassment. "You didn't even touch me. I know this marriage isn't what we had wanted but I thought that maybe we might have been friends-" Edmund cuts off your monologue with a kiss. Your first kiss since your wedding night.
His hand moves from the wall to your neck and the other pulls you to his body, needing to get closer to you.
Your body reacts immediately, melting into the kiss, hands resting on his waist.
It ends too soon, Edmund pulling away first, putting his hand back on the wall while he catches his breath, but the other remained on your waist.
"You think I don't want to be near you?" He stares at you with an incredulous look on his handsome face. The closeness of his face to yours is enough to make you blush, again. "Darling, I haven't..." He takes a moment to breathe, his tongue darting out to wet his lips. "I didn't touch you that night because I didn't want to hurt you. I'm so bloody drawn to you that I have to sleep on the opposite side of the bed turned away from you so I don't taint your virtue. I leave in the morning because-"
Your hand covers his mouth as another rowdy group of guests wanders by the corridor. You wait for them to leave before speaking again, keeping your hand plastered onto his face.
"So, you don't hate me?"
He shakes his head.
No.
"You never did?"
No.
You remove your hand from his mouth and the two of you just stare at each other. Unmoving. It feels like minutes pass before he covers your mouth with his again.
His hand returns to your neck, pulling you to him once more.
"I'm sorry I ever made you think I didn't want you. You are the most beautiful woman I've ever seen and I am the luckiest man alive to have you as my wife."
"Edmund..." The kind words hit you straight in the heart.
"And now, it seems I have something I have to make up for." His smirk appears and it sends your insides to mush.
"But Edmund I-"
"Shhhh." He smiles, his head dipping to yours. "Don't want to get caught, now do we?" He kisses you again, this one full of heat and passion, the lack of contact between you only adding fuel to the fire.,
Edmund pulls your body flush against his and groans into your mouth. You falter at the glorious sound but he is there to support you
His kisses travel down your neck to your collarbones.
"Edmund... What are you doing?"
"Making up for lost time, darling." He grins at you again. "Now be quiet." He kisses you again, his sneaky hands running down your sides to your skirt. He breaks the kiss to look down, his hands pulling the fabric up to your waist.
"Fuck." Your eyes went wide. You'd never heard Edmund use that kind of language before. His eyes lock on yours again.
He looks perfect. He's a king. Your king. Your husband.
"Are you ok with this?" You nod yes multiple times, making him smirk yet again, and then you gasp at the contact of his fingers against your womanhood. Your hands grip his shoulders for support, his muscles tensing at the fact that you are touching him. That he is touching you. His fingers find no resistance due to the effects of his words and his ego grows. You bury your face into his shirt when his fingers slip into you. Though foreign, it is an immensely pleasurable feeling and you can't help but want more.
Then he begins to move them. You push further into him to silence your mouth, the feeling far too wonderful to not have a vocal effect.
But then his thumb brushes on something that makes you let out a loud moan. Your face flushes in embarrassment.
"Do you want everyone to know that I'm defiling you in the hallway?"
Oh dear, you're afraid his words combined with whatever he is doing with his fingers are going to kill you.
He repeats the same action but kisses you once more, your moans muffled.
Edmund can tell you are getting close, you've begun to shake, you're gasping into his mouth, and you are practically rutting into his hand. He makes the conscious decision to break the kiss to suck on your neck, covering your mouth with his free hand to silence any escaping sounds. Then, his thumb presses up again and his fingers hook inside of you and you convulse around him.
He is in awe of how gorgeous you are and what he'd just done.
As you catch your breath, your trembling hands find the waistband of his trousers and gently begin unbuttoning them, eager for more. His eyes avert to what you're doing and he curses again. You falter.
"Do-do you want me to stop?" His head shakes back and forth.
"I think I'd die if you did, love."
Edmund begins kissing your neck once again while you free him from the confinement of his tight pants and you gasp. He laughs into your neck, sending goosebumps throughout your entire body.
"Don't get shy on me now, darling. You wanted this, right?" You nod and feel him smile into your skin.
He makes quick work of your undergarments, tossing them to the side, lining himself up with your lower half.
He halts and you look into his eyes, body shaking in need and anticipation for what you had been so scared of on your wedding night.
With your eyes on his, he pushes into you, stopping when you push against him.
"Are you alright?" His voice is next to your ear.
"Just one second." Edmund waits, trying to distract himself from the way your body is clenching around him. Your small voice brings him back to reality. "Edmund."
"Yes?" You notice the rasp in his voice, the strain in his muscles. To ease him, you follow your instincts and roll your hips against his and his hands grip your hips in response, stifling the moan wanting to leave his throat.
"Fuck. Y/N. You can't do that." It's your turn to smirk. You do it again and he presses your body back into the wall. The soft grip on your hips tightens and his eyes meet yours, blown with lust. Then, they narrow at the smirk on your lips. "Oh, so you think that's funny do you?" He begins to slide out of you and your eyes roll backwards. Then he slams back in.
The moan that escapes your lips sets a fire in him and his hand claps back over your mouth.
"How many times do I need to tell you to be quiet?" He begins to move his hips again, the feeling ten times more wonderful than just his fingers. "Is this what you wanted?" You can barely comprehend his hushed words. "Is that why you were flirting with him? To make me jealous so I'd finally touch you?" His free hand worms its way back to the apex of your thighs, finding that place that made you squirm in no time. "You're lucky I love you." You don't even register his words as you come undone.
Edmund follows behind, pushing into you one last time before falling into you. His breathing is labored and the two of you don't speak while you catch your breath.
"Edmund!" Your heads snap toward the sound of Peter yelling his name.
"Dammnit!" He quickly makes himself presentable and you follow suit, making sure your hair isn't wild and your skirts are back in place. He takes your hand, smiling at you, before leading you back out of the hallway.
"Edmund!" Peter's back was to you.
"Peter, stop yelling, I'm right here!" The High King turns around, a glare present on his face.
"Your guests are wondering where the two of you have been! You disappeared thirty minutes ago! Get back inside, now."
Edmund doesn't reply to his bother, opting for an eye roll instead. Then he turns to you offering you a bow.
"Shall we get back to the celebration, my queen?" You giggle.
"Let's."
...
Peter may have overreacted just a bit because the only people wondering where the two of you had gone was him.
Edmund pulled you to the ballroom floor, his arms draped around your waist. You settled yours around his shoulders with a smile. The rest of the party seemed to disappear as he bent down to place a soft kiss against your lips.
You rest your head against his shoulder and whisper into his ear.
"I love you too."
AHHHHH! Y'all I'm really proud of this and hope you enjoy it. :)
Hey! Could you do a a fic about riding Edmund's thigh while he's studying??? Or A nsfw Alphabet for Edmund please? Thank you so much!
warning: smut below the cut
I let out a huff as the book fell from my hands and onto the bed. My eyes had started to hurt as I strained to read the small text and I felt the need to take a break. Edmund turned from his seat at the desk, a smirk on his face. “Need a break already, love?”
“And what if I do?” I asked, rolling onto my back and stretching my body. “I’ve already been reading for a good fifteen minutes, which is a lot for such a boring book.” He let out a chuckle as he turned back around, already starting to refocus on his own work. I stared at the book sitting next to me in disgust, not wanting to even think about picking it up again. Instead, I turned to look at Edmund who seemed to be deep in thought as he read from his chemistry textbook. I’d always admired his work ethic and how he was able to continue studying for long periods of time, no matter how tedious the subject may be.
His back muscles were tense as he hunched over the desk, his eyebrows furrowed in concentration. He rested his head in one hand, the other assigned to flip the pages of the textbook. I admired how his biceps flexed slightly underneath his t shirt, making the fabric wrap tightly around his skin. His lips were slightly apart as he read. I wanted to kiss them so badly but I knew he was too focused to do anything.
But what if I were to convince him otherwise? I wondered what it would take to break the spell of concentration Edmund was under. I imagined running my hands through his dark hair, letting my breath tickle his neck. Would that do the trick? Or would he need more stimulus? I doubted it. I knew just a look could send him into a frenzy if I tried hard enough. I walked over to him, resting my hands on his shoulders. I slowly started to move my hands, working his tense muscles. He let out a soft hum at this. I felt him started to relax. I leaned down so that my mouth was next to his ear. “Why don’t you take a break?” I suggested in a low voice. His took a deep breath before turning to me.
“You know I need to do well on this exam, (y/n),” he said.
“I know, but you also can’t tire yourself out.” I gave him a soft kiss on his neck, right behind the ear, and I felt him let out a shudder.
“You’re only saying that because you want something. Isn’t that right, love?” I let out a soft chuckle.
“Perhaps. But I have a feeling you want it as well.” He let out a strangled moan as I planted another kiss, this time near his jawline. I allowed my hand to rest on his thigh as I leaned over his shoulder to look at his textbook. “You can’t possibly be able to read this for such an extended amount of time.” Edmund placed his hand on top of mine, his thumb slowly rubbing circles on my hand.
“Look, I really need to at least finish this chapter. Why don’t you be a good girl and handle yourself until I can help.” I let out a dissatisfied noise before climbing into his lap. Edmund let out a chuckle as his hands grabbed onto my waist. “And what exactly are you doing?”
“I need your touch,” I whispered, already starting to grind onto his crotch where I could feel something start to grow.
“(Y/n),” he said in a half-moan. “I need to be able to focus. Could you please move? Just a bit.” I relented so that I was now straddling his right thigh instead of his lap. I let out a soft gasp at the friction as I moved. “That’s a good girl,” Edmund said in a low voice, giving me a soft kiss on my neck.
I started to move my hips, feeling the wetness between my thighs grow as I moved. I let soft moan escape my mouth, making sure they stayed quiet enough that they wouldn’t distract Edmund who continued to read his textbook. One of his hands rested on my waist, offering me some support, while his other hand remained designated to flip the pages. I started to move faster as the pleasure grew. Edmund had started to chew on his lip and although he seemed to be concentrated on the page his was reading, his face had started to turn a light pink. My moans had started to become slightly louder and my voice jumped an octave when he lifted his thigh, adding more pressure. A smirk grew on his face as he did this and I had to bury my face into his neck.
I savored his scent as I continued to grind on him. My moans had turned to desperate pants as I chased my high. It came to me in a wave, crashing over me and leaving me gasping for air. Edmund let out a low moan, his grip on my waist tightening as my body convulsed with pleasure. After a moment, I started to calm down and sat up right on his thigh. He didn’t wait to kiss me. It was rough and bruising and as he continued to kiss me, he lifted me up. I felt my back hit the soft material of our bed as he started to move his kisses from my lips to my neck. I barely had time to catch my breath.
“Damn you,” he said into my ear, his hands running up and down my body. “Now, after I fuck you, I’m going to have to reread my chapter.”
Peter was lying on the sofa in his flat, spending the evening watching the new Hobbit trilogy, when he heard the door open and close again.
You came in sighing. It was so typical. You didn't know how you did it, but you always manage to pick the wrong person. After tossing the keys into the container by the front door, you made your way to the living room.
"You're home already?" Peter didn't pretend to be happy about that.
You rolled your eyes and plopped down on the couch next to him, resting your head on his shoulder. "Why do I always hang out with idiots Pete? Why can't everyone be like you?”
Peter laughed humbly. "I don't know." He lifted his arm, and you quickly snuggled into him kicking off your shoes. "What are we watching?"
"The Hobbit."
You nodded and relaxed, grabbed a blanket and covered your body and Peter's "Marie left already?"
Peter covered his legs before sighing. "She didn't come," he admitted. You looked up from your position, your face full of confusion.
"Peter Pevensie" Peter was sitting across from you. With one arm on the back of the couch and one leg propped up against the couch, you couldn't help but smile. "Oh no, my full name," he said, pretending to be scared.
"I can't believe it! You could have made a move," you scolded him, and he scowled with a laugh "What's so funny?".
"Y/n... I don't want to make a move. "
"Why, she's beautiful!" Peter laughed again, scratching his neck lightly before shrugging. "I don't even like her that much”
In case you didn't know, Peter's heart was pounding in his ears right now. This will be the end of your friendship; God you and Peter have been friends since the crib and he would rather repress his feelings than be nothing. "You'll never get a girlfriend if you go on like this, Pevensie! What's the matter with her?"
It was the drop that filled the glass.
"Nothing, nothing, it's just that she's not you" Your eyes widened like plates; did he really say that?. Suddenly you realised how closely the two of you were sitting together. You were still leaning on his arm. The warmth of his skin seeped through his torso and touched the exposed skin of your back. Your whole body shuddered under his gaze, your throat so dry you couldn't swallow the lump that had formed in your throat. "Don't lie to me," he regretted saying that.
"I'm not," Peter replied quietly. All confidence left him. He regretted what he said. They both stood in silence for a while, trying to figure out what had happened. "Why didn't you say anything?" you asked.
Peter sighed and clenched his jaw. "I guess I didn't want to ruin our friendship. I would have had to find somewhere else to live, and the atmosphere would have been uncomfortable" He adjusted his seat and looked down. "Like now."
"You're stupid," he laughed. You took a deep breath before continuing. "I've loved you since we were little, Peter."
His head snapped up. Now he was the one who was surprised. "You, what?" You nodded, confirming that what you just said was true. "You were seeing someone else, I thought you didn't like me."
Peter gulped. The air in the room changed. You could feel the heat under your skin, like someone had turned up the heat. You were still looking at Peter trying to see if you were joking. It was a joke, wasn't it? You took a deep breath. It didn't lead anywhere. You clearly weren't the type of girl to make the first move, but this was different. It was Peter. And you'd do anything for him.
One of your hands moved over his arm before placing it behind his neck. You approach him hesitantly, but Peter knew you to well, and he just leaned in to meet you lips.
You kissed him a couple of times and it all felt the same. It was full of love and adoration and the sweet taste of it amazed them both. But there was something else. Passion surged and took your breath away. You didn't expect Peter to kiss like this. His hand moved to your hip, pulling you closer as his kiss became more artful.
You climb onto his lap caressing his face. Peter holds you tighter. His fingers pressed against your skin, digging into the fabric of your high-waisted jeans. You practically writhed under his grip, your body pressed against his chest as you kissed, both of your minds filled with dirty thoughts.
After waiting so long, you couldn't wait to get there because the opportunity really did come. "God, y/n". You gave him a breathtaking smile before slowly pulling his shirt off.
Peter grabbed you around the waist again and pulled you closer as he began to kiss your neck. Your hand ran down his chest, tugging at his shirt, running your hand under the fabric, caressing his warm skin, feeling the taut muscles of his abdomen. He kissed your collarbone as you whispered and moaned. His lips were still kissing your skin, moving slowly over your bare breasts.
"You have no idea how much I wanted to do that." He towered over you, supporting his weight in his arms, staring down at you and pulling you against him. You couldn't believe he was really kissing you.
"Are you going to keep your eyes on me or kiss me again?" you bite your lip and smile as you look into his eyes.
He gasped and moved closer. When he pressed his lips against yours again, his hips almost crashed against yours, making you let out a choked moan. Your hands moved over his skin, down the hem of his trousers, he lets you slide your fingers under the fabric and he moaned as you begin to palm him through his trousers.
The air in the room was overwhelming , and it was burning your skin. They were already panting, gasping for kisses, devouring each other with a hunger to kill each other.
You push Peter up and reach into your tight jeans, but he grabs your hand and stops you from undoing the top button. You held your breath, waiting impatiently for Peter to finish what he had started. His hands moved painfully slowly, caressing your spread thighs, thumbs digging into your clothed skin, making you squirm before unbuttoning and unzipping your trousers. "Lift your hips for me, my dear," he murmured, concentrating more on his actions than his words. Now, you lay on the couch beneath him, wearing nothing but a pair of black panties, and you saw his expression darken, biting his lip again.
All right. "Good girl." Peter looked sophisticated and different. Flattering and seductive was a new side of him. After all, the sweet, shy boy had a dark side.
His hand stroked your leg again, you felt the goose bumps on your skin, and when his hand finally reached the edge of his black underwear, you couldn't help but gasp as you shivered. Peter looked up, finally met your gaze and leaned down to kiss you again. His kiss travelled down your body, hitting the sweet spots on your collarbone, your sternum and down your abdomen, leaving a wet trail that made you shiver.
You stood up and reached up to pull Peter closer to you. You kissed and sucked on his neck as you felt your underwear slip completely off your legs. You started touching his trousers again, feeling his erection under the fabric. "don't tease" Peter growled, gently but firmly pushing you back on the couch as you made another mark on his skin.
Your lower belly was tense, waiting to be touched and tended to. When his lips brushed the inside of hers, you moaned and felt a kind of relief and frustration at the same time. So you didn't want him to kiss you.
"Peter," you whisper, closing your eyes and concentrating on the feel of his lips against your skin. Your head dropped back onto the pillow, your hands gripped the edge of the wide couch and you felt his tongue caress your aching clit. You hadn't had sex in a long time. Peter loved teasing you about that.
He began to move slowly, up and down and side to side, deftly turning you into a moaning mess beneath him. And when you felt one of his fingers slide inside you, you couldn't even think anymore. All you were thinking about was him, Peter.
And he pushed you over the edge. A current of pleasure exploded in your lower stomach, and the knots that formed exploded, clinging to Peter's blond hair. "Fuck" you moaned, "I'm about to-" Peter laughed, wiped his mouth with his palm and said, "Your room or mine?" he asked with a grin. Now you're skin to skin, completely exposed.
"I don't care, just fuck me."
He took you to the next room. Lying quickly on the bed, he gently laid you down and jumped on top of you. Mocking your gentleness, he looked down at your face and saw your face pucker with pleasure and a soft moan escaping your lips.
"Peter, if you don't start fucking me now, I'll do it myself" With a thrust he filled you and paused to give you time to adjust to his size. When he was sure he wasn't going to hurt you, he pulled back almost all the way before thrusting his hips into you.
It was simply heaven. It had to be. His movements quickened as he realized his hands were taking advantage of your hips, pressing your body into the mattress and plunging you into oblivion.
"Look, you're taking me so well," he said, panting heavily. His eyes were on your face, his blue eyes and messy hair made him stunning.
You felt your lower abdomen tighten again and you let Peter know you were close again, but so did he. His thrust became unsteady and he held his weight by clinging to the headboard. Both jumped off the cliff at almost the same time.
Peter sank to the mattress, rested his head on the corner of your neck and took a deep breath. He was still clinging to the headboard and didn't want to crush you with his weight, but you didn't mind.... Panting, you gently stroked his neck.
You had no words to say. We both knew how we felt. Rising slowly, Peter got up and went to the closet. He pulled a shirt and black boxer shorts out of his wardrobe and handed you the shirt as you sat down.
Peter grabbed you again, pulled you tight against his chest and pulled the sheets over the two of you. "y/n?" he finally said.
warnings: smut, throne kink (i mean if it is a thing), oral (f receiving), y/n is a maid and also naughty (i mean don't touch the stuff you are not supposed to touch honey), a bit of self-underestimating, avoiding high king has some consequences, peter is sassy and i love him, he is also very caring.
a/n: oh wow this is my first attempt writing an english smut. i'm very excited. if there is any mistake, please correct me. and please let me know what you think. good god i feel like a pure sin. also thank god william was in the royals, otherwise i would have zero gifs. gifs are not mine. i just edited the first gif.
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You knew you shouldn't be there.
As the maid of the castle, it wasn't appropriate for you to be in the throne room. Okay, you were sort of flirting with High King and he obviously was interested in you ─and he made sure you knew that, but still, you knew you shouldn't be there.
It wasn't your intention when you left the kitchen. You just wanted to find him and spend some time with him if you were lucky. He'd been busy recently, Cair Paravel had visitors and as High King, he was busy with them. You hadn't seen him for almost two days, except for the times you were serving in the dining hall.
You were walking in the corridor when you saw the door of the room was open. You wanted to look to see if he was in there but he wasn't. The room was empty. It encouraged you.
That was the reason why you went closer to the thrones. You just wanted to look at them, you always appreciated almost everything in the castle because everything was so beautiful and majestic. And you'd always liked the thrones, they were so mighty and powerful. The way you wanted to feel.
You of course went closer to his throne first, looked at its golden engravings. Well, it actually looked so much mightier and stronger as he was sitting on it. Without him, it just looked like a fancy chair. You realized the factor that made the throne so mighty and powerful was him, not the throne. The way he sat, the way his legs were open, the way his cape touched the floor, the way he put his hands to its arms and the rings he wore shined under the lights were the reason why the throne looked like that.
You took a short breath. Why were you thinking those things and torturing yourself? He hadn't talked to you for almost two days. He probably didn't even think of you for a second. He was the High King, why would he think of you? How could he? He probably had thousands of things in his mind that were so much more important than you.
Oh, how badly and remedilessly you needed to feel mighty and powerful. You wanted to feel something different from self-pity and longing for him.
You touched the arm of the throne. You softly ran your finger on it. It was cold. Then you realized what you were doing. You immediately stopped touching it. Oh, what were you thinking? What if you got cought?
Well, you didn't get cought and you'd been there for a while. The room was still empty and the door was almost closed. You took another short breath.
‘Okay,’ You mumbled. ‘For a second. Just a second. Then I'll leave and never come back.’
To sit on the throne, you turned your face to the door and fastly sit on it.
It was a mistake. Because it was the exact moment you saw him, his body standing at the door, tall, strong and broad.
You were about the stand up but he raised his hand, implying you to stay where you were.
Your heart started beating faster, your chest was moving fastly and it was visible. You were in panic and you felt so guilty. Why couldn't you just walk away? How were you going to explain this?
“If I'm being honest, M'Lady,” He said. “I really fancy the way you look right now.”
“I-I'm so sorry, Your Highness,” You stuttered while you intended to stand up.
“Stay there.” He ordered, using his High King voice. He then closed the door. The voice of it slamming harshly made you take a shaky breath.
He wasn't Peter now, he was the High King and you knew you were in so much trouble.
“What are you doing, sweetheart?” He asked as he took a step to come closer to you. “I mean, I can see that you are sitting on my throne, that's for sure. However, what are you doing?”
He was getting closer and your heart was beating faster and faster, which surprised you because you thought it was already beating fast enough to kill you.
“I...” You couldn't say anything. What were you doing really? “I don't know.”
He chuckled. “I also fancy your bravery. Being here is something, but sitting on my throne is something else. I am very impressed.”
“I'm so sorry, Your Majesty, I really am. If you let me, I can leave and never come back. Please─”
“Oh, sweetheart,” He was now standing in front of you. He leaned and put his hands to the arms of the throne, where your hands already were. His big hands were now on yours and you felt his hot skin.
“Do you really think I will just let you go?” His face was so close to yours.
“I hope so.” You whispered and he smiled.
“I think you shouldn't. I haven't talked to you for two days, you did your best to avoid me, and when I finally find you, you are sitting on my throne. I think you know I won't let you go.”
You just took a sheaky breath and helplessly said, “I didn't avoid you. I was just doing my job.”
“Are you saying that your job is to stay away from me in crowded places and immediately find an excuse to leave the room when we are finally on our own?”
“We were never truly on our own.”
“Oh, I see,” He nodded shortly. “I bet you think because you are a maid, you shouldn't be with me. Am I right?”
“No, I don't─”
“You are full of surprises, Y/N. You think I don't want to you to be with me because you are a maid but you come here and dare to sit on my throne.”
You gulped. Oh, you were really screwed up.
“Tell me the honest reason why you wanted to sit here.”
You licked your lips before speaking. You felt you needed some fresh air, and water. But you knew you were going to be there for a while.
“I... I just wanted to feel mighty and powerful for a second. Nothing more. I meant no harm, I was going to leave immediately.”
He frowned. “You don't need to sit on some fancy chair to feel or be mighty and powerful. You already are. Sweetheart, are you badly forgetful? Did you forget everything you did for me and Narnia? Or don't you have a mirror in your room? Have you ever truly seen yourself?”
You couldn't look at his face while he was talking. You felt so ashamed and you were not a person knowing how to react to a compliment.
“Look at me, Y/N. Look at me and listen carefully, okay?”
You did what he said and nodded.
“You don't need a fancy chair, a beautiful dress, a job you think is better, me, or anyone and anything else to be mighty and powerful. You already are. It makes me very angry to see that you are underestimating yourself. I could count everything you did and everything about you that amazes me, but unfortunately I desperately want to kiss you right now.”
Before you could even react, your lips met, no, your lips almost crushed because he kissed you so passionately, and long. You let him do whatever he wanted to do because you needed him, oh, you needed him so strongly that it surprised you. You never thought a person could desire a person the way you did.
His lips left yours and started kissing your neck. You turned your head a little and gave him more place to kiss. He kissed your neck, under of your ear, and your collarbone.
You were breathing heavily now. Your body was relieved because it finally came together with him, but at the same time it was burning with much more desire because it wanted more.
His hands left yours and touched your back to find the ropes holding your dress together. He was quick because he'd done it before, so many times. He learnt by heart the way you tied them.
He pushed your dress down, releasing your breasts. He had no seconds to lose; he needed to touch you, feel you, and make you feel good. He quickly took one of your nipples into his mouth, the other one was taken care of by his fingers.
All you could do was whining. He knew what he was doing very well. He knew how to drive you crazy. You sometimes hated how perfectly he knew your body because he could always use it against you but in the end, who were you to complain?
While his wet and warm mouth were on your breasts, you used your hands to untie his cape and you pushed it back from his shoulders. Then you pulled his shirt but you couldn't take it off because his body was over yours. He understood what you wanted and took a break to get rid of his shirt.
Oh, there his beautiful body was. You absolutely loved his body. His sunkissed skin was just perfect. He was muscular and his chest was broad, he had many scars but you didn't mind them at all, they were of course upsetting you but on the other side, they were the proofs and symbols of his survivals, which was something making you feel so proud of him and love him even more.
He smiled when he saw your eyes on his body. He could see the admiration and desire, which made him feel good. He loved being appreciated by you. Honestly, there was no other person whose opinions he cared as much as he cared yours.
Before leaning down to kiss you again, he took his crown from his head and put it to yours. He'd never done this before and you were surprised. Why did he do that? You had no explanations.
He looked at you, how beautiful you looked. On his throne, wearing his crown. He loved it when you were close to things that actually belonged him. It made him feel like now you were actually in his life, physically and tangibly. When it came to you, it was all about giving. Maybe he'd never shown it before but he could do anything for you when you told him to do. Each word coming out of your mouth was a duty he needed to fulfil.
His thumb caressed your cheek for a moment, then he finally kissed you again. You touched his body, ran your hands on his smooth skin as he kissed you. You felt his hand caressing your leg underneath your dress. His touch was gentle, warm and directly going to your burning core.
You automatically tried to close your legs but he stopped you.
Then he pushed the skirt of your dress up as you watched him. You had no power to do anything. You just could watch and let him. He made you weak but it was alright. You actually loved that kind of weakness.
You felt one of his fingers running on your underwear. You breathed loudly.
“Already wet.” You heard him murmuring. “Already wet for me.”
He took your underwear off and when the air hit your core, you wanted to close your legs again but he cought your right leg and put it to the arm of the throne.
“Stay still, sweetheart.”
You nodded.
But it was very hard to stay still when his mouth was finally there and he licked your clit.
You moaned and your back left the throne.
“Peter,” You whimpered.
You felt his lips smiling to your skin and heard his chuckle.
“You finally learnt your lesson, didn't you?”
By force of habit, you called him ‘Your Highness’ or ‘Your Majesty’ while you were having sex a few times and you could say that he didn't like it, not at all. Because according to him, he was the High King to everyone, but he wanted to be special to you, he wanted to be his true self to you, therefore he ordered to be called Peter, not something else. Well, when you called him something else, he made sure you would remember what the consequences would be if you did it next time.
You couldn't answer him because your head was in the clouds. You couldn't think anything but his tongue and the way it worked.
It was teasing your clitoris, then your enterance. Actually it was everywhere, leaving a wet mark behind it. He was eating you out like his life depended on it.
You were moaning, and your legs began shaking. Your hand were inside his hair, pulling it and desperately pushing his head to your clit more. You knew what you were doing but somehow, you also didn't.
That feeling emerged, informing you that you couldn't hold it any longer. You were so close to cum but Peter didn't care. He wanted to make you cum.
“Oh,” Your chest was moving fastly, you were biting your lip. “Peter, I'm so close.” You managed to say.
Then he pushed his tongue to your enterance.
“Oh!” You pulled his hair tighter. You couldn't take it anymore, everything felt so intense and the pleasure blew your mind.
It didn't take so long for you to cum. You screamed his name as you did. You were breathing fastly and were a total mess. He kissed inside of your leg before standing up.
You saw his lips, red and wet. His hair was completely messy but he looked so handsome and still magnificent.
“Come,” He took your hand helped you while you were standing up.
He kissed your lips. It was a miracle that you could remain standing and kiss him back because your legs were still shaking. But his hands were on your waist and you knew you was holding you.
He turned your body after the kiss, and you knew what you were supposed to do. You bent over, and put your hands to the arms of the throne.
You looked at him over your shoulder as he took off his pants very quickly. Even looking at it made you feel so good and when he finally was inside you, you lost it and moaned loudly.
He filled you perfectly. It was everything you needed. You felt complete and loved that idea of you two completing each other, in every way possible.
At first he was slow, letting you adjust to the feeling but then he started getting faster. He knew the way you liked it and gave it to you.
He grabbed your waist while he fucked you fast. You heard his groans. His voice was deep and filled with passion. He moaned your name. You felt his breath on your skin.
Then he pulled you to himself and made your back touch to his chest. You felt now his cock was buried inside you even deeper. You couldn't stop whimpering. Everything was perfect. Just perfect.
His forehead was on your shoulder. He kissed your skin. Then, he bit your neck, leaving a mark there. His hands found your nipples and played with them. Your body was completely occupied by his and feeling him everywhere was all you ever needed.
“Peter,” You moaned, at the same time he moaned your name.
“Two days,” He whispered. “Two days without you is enough to drive me crazy, enough to make me lose my control.”
“You say it like it is a bad thing.” You could answer him this time.
He smiled when he heard your answer and kissed your jawbone.
He loved it. He loved the way you were ready and willing to take him no matter how he was. You accepted him easily and the way he were, and he loved you for that. Was he going to lose his control? You were ready to take it. Without any judgements, any questions, you just accepted him and every time he felt it, he loved you even more.
You put your head to his shoulder, and he kissed your completely open neck. The only reason why you still could stand was his body. You leaned on him. You knew he would hold you. He always did.
“I'm so close,” You said. “Please never stop.”
“It's alright,” He said. “I will not.”
He kept his promise and fucked you until you came for the second time. He then pulled himself out and came to your ass.
He hugged your waist, his head on your back, rested for a while to catch his breath.
“Are you okay?” He asked.
“More than okay, actually.” You replied, couldn't stop smiling.
He smiled too. “Let me dress you up, then we can go to our room.”
“I can─”
He interrupted you. “Let me.” It wasn't a request now.
He dressed you up, gently but fastly. He could see you were tired and needed some rest, therefore he wanted to take you to bed.
“Won't you take it back?” You asked, implying the crown on your head.
“No, it suits you.”
“It is yours.” You objected.
“Well, the throne was also mine but you didn't seem to care, did you sweetheart?”
You couldn't help but laugh. “It still looks weird though. Look at my dress and─”
The look on his face was enough to make you stop talking.
“We've just talked about it.” He said in a very dissappointed voice.
“I think I need some time,” You spoke as he tool your hand. “To get used to it.”
“To get used to what?”
“I don't know. I guess... everything.”
You started walking to leave the room.
“I can help you with that, M'Lady.”
You smiled. “Oh, I bet you can.”
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It is heartbreaking to say this, but I cannot return to England just yet. My duties in Narnia are too important, and I need to lead the Narnia army to fight in this war.
Peter was wounded yesterday, pretty badly. I am afraid he will not be able to recover before the big battle, alleging me no choice but to lead the attack. My strategists have confirmed that our rate of succeeding in this battle is low, yet I must try. For Narnia.
I am afraid, Akshay. I do not know when I will see you again, and I fear Peter’s wound will turn out to be deadly. Everyone wants me to win this war, but I wonder if I have enough experience. What if I lead all these people to die?
I miss you. I miss your voice and your laugh. There’s no laughing in Narnia, not during these hard times. A week ago, twenty of our fauns were murdered when they went out to get water. Twenty. There were just ordinary people, and I wasn’t able to save them.
That’s why I’m asking you to stay where you are. If I cannot save them, I wish to save you. You’re my best friend, and I can’t afford losing you. Please, stay in England. Perhaps I worry too much, and we will come home as victors, with no bruises in our hearts. I hope we will. I really do.
Summary: The story takes place around the time when the giants wanted to invade Narnia. One day in particular when the High King was in the very front of the forces, there came a close call that almost cost his secret crush her life, which later on that night revealed to be not a mere crush but, full blown love.
‘’What the hell were you thinking?!?!’’ his voice by this point is literally booming, even though we’ve just entered his tent, I feel like the tone he is using is thunderous in the seemingly quieter camp ‘’What in Aslan’s name possessed you to do such a stupidity?!’’
I want to remark something in return as ‘Pure adrenaline.’ but I hold myself back, knowing he’s going to lose it even more, given that he’s pacing up and down already while I make my way to the table in the middle of the makeshift room. Tugging one chair out I lower myself down on it carefully, mindful of my body that is aching in some parts more than others ‘’You were busy in the front, Ed had his hands full, somebody had to protect him while he had your back.’’ I reply instead, reaching for the laces of my boots. They are still dirty from the battle my movements coordinated in a way as if I have my armor on, which does make me realize when I bend down that the protective metal layers have been removed. But after wearing it so long, the ghost feeling rarely leaves me.
‘’That’s not your job.’’ Peter suddenly stops pacing and stares as me incredulously, red in the face. Yes, that’s how much angry he is.
‘’All is fair in love and war, my dear king.’’ I reply kicking off one boot ‘’It’s not like I had much time to think.’’
My eyes immediately dart up to him as he’s nodding already ‘’Exactly!!! This is the exact same reason why I didn’t want you in the front lines. You are a good archer you should have kept to your strengths.’’ At this my eye twitches, once the second boot comes off.
I place my hands onto my knees and give him a hard look as he continues to glare at me. I don’t miss the cut over his eyebrow that looks unattended.
‘’My strengths?’’ I start trying to calm down my breathing, while he nods firmly crossing his arms still standing across me holding his distance ‘’You know I’m one of the bed swordswomen in Narnia. I’m a decent archer. And we both know where my strengths lie don’t demine me like that, Peter.’’ I hold my calm even though I am brewing with anger.
‘’Its not undermining you Y/N, there’s an unspoken but well-known reason why we won the first battle.’’ He snaps back, going completely cold as if I’m his enemy. It does sting the way he is treating me.
‘’I’m glad you are pointing that out. I should keep humble my deepest apologies sire, oh great High King is acknowledging the strategy that I came up with worked, and we’ve ended up victorious but oh no that is not enough! In return I’m receiving anger, frustration, brattiness and ah yes pride if I may be so bold to point out, your highness, may I suggest banishment as punishment?’’ The last part I practically hiss glaring at him, as he plops down onto a closed chest, to start undoing his own footwear. But he stops after the second word left my mouth, to stare at me as if I have grown two heads.
‘’One recent victory does not ensure a winning streak, even if you may have been blessed by lady luck itself. It is exactly the reason why we think before we act my lady and not the other way around.’’ he goes to angrily undo the laces, letting silence fall. Its odd given the tension that surrounds us. I glare at him for a moment longer, but avert my eyes onto the map and plan that’s laid on the table with chess like pieces on it. We are close to the giant’s stronghold, or what used to be a giant’s stronghold. As far as we know it’s all in ruin, and the once supposedly friendly giants are now unruly and pose a threat to Narnia. Hence the war, and our reason of being here, and the reason why we are arguing right now.
I sag back against the chair, placing my dagger that I have always on me on the table to get more comfortable. My sword I’m missing, the heavy but familiar feel of it being strapped over my waist and it resting over my right hip gone, as it has been handed over to the blacksmith to sharpen it for tomorrow.
Reaching forward with my right hand, I rearrange a few pieces up and down over the map. Even though we didn’t lose, we didn’t exactly end up victorious. Yes, a few giants fell but we’ve lost brave men as well. The events of today are catching up to me, my mind processing the imagines, sounds, smells, everything while my body is already feeling the consequences aching all over, limbs feeling heavy, small wounds prickling now and then, bruises I’m sure blossoming.
‘’Pete.’’ I find myself saying in a gentle tone, sparing him a glance while I play with a lion’s piece between my fingers of my right hand. He doesn’t look up to me, he continues to read a scroll instead which he took from the same chest he has sat himself on ‘’There’s a reason why Ed accepted me to join his council.’’ He doesn’t move at all, or indicates he’s acknowledging my words ‘’And why you’ve knighted me.’’ his eyes are still scanning the page ‘’I didn’t come to Cair Paravel, to wear dresses and mingle with people, Peter I came there…’’
‘’You came because you wanted to protect your country.’’ He interrupts expression void of emotions as he glares at me jaw setting tight once he stops speaking ‘’You came because you lost everything, and you don’t want anyone else to experience that. You were accepted because of your intellect, your skills and thirst for knowledge. You were promoted because you showed potential and passion. So why the fuck aren’t you using nether of all the things I’ve counted?’’ he’s cracking getting angrier again.
‘’Because my passion is what guided me.’’ I snap in return gripping onto the chess piece tightly as I match his stare which so many avoid and wish they would never experience. As much as the High King is beloved, is kind, generous, a good man, he can be hard and harsh with truth and justice when he needs to. And it’s those types who always smile, that are the most terrifying when anger steps in.
He opens his mouth to say something but I’m quick to add my own thoughts ‘’Call it blind devotion to my king…’’ he stands up looking imposing even though he’s across the tent ‘’…loyalty that knows no bounds…’’ I continue as he steps forward a calculating glint sparkling in his eyes ‘’…looking out for a fellow soldier in a life and death situation…’’ he’s getting very close and to be honest the way he is stoically holding himself its terrifying but I need to get this out of me before he can start going on about how wrong I am ‘’…or take it as someone who loves you, and wouldn’t be able to live a day without you, and wanting to simply protect you.’’ I blink quickly hating that these emotions are bubbling up so easily. I was so determined a second ago, ready to mouth him off to get my point across and now I’m getting scared with a mere thought of seeing him hurt or worse.
I bite onto my lower lip not wanting it to tremble. I bet my glossy eyes, give it all away thought hence why I avert my gaze, readjusting body language squaring my shoulders and sitting properly in front of my king who I won’t question with whatever punishment he is going to give me. His hand reaches forward, fingers calloused but gentle when they come in contact with my skin, the tug gentle as he has me lifting my head up to look at him his gaze already fixated onto me, face still void of emotions. But I can see his own eyes are glossy.
‘’I’m not mad because you protected my brother and me.’’ he speaks voice gentle giving me hope even though my thoughts turn pessimistic ‘’I’m scared that the next time you won’t be so lucky Y/N.’’ he admits surprising me genuinely. Anger I understand, specially his frustration with my actions. But fear? That’s puzzling because I feel it whenever he goes to war, or into uncertain situations. I know how that feels, and I barely can handle it. But I didn’t imagine he’d feel it ‘’I’m scared that…’’ his voice cracks, which has him averting his gaze and then suddenly kneeling down between my knees, taking both of my hands into his, his thumbs caressing my bruised knuckles gently.
‘’I’m scared that I’m going to lose you.’’ He admits eyes getting teary as he stares at me finally eye to eye ‘’That I won’t be there for you. You are an amazing warrior Y/N, you are. It’s why you’re so highly regarded. You must understand why it’s so frustrating when you act impulsively. I can’t lose you either. I can’t.’’ He leans forward arms going around me, as he rests his head in my lap.
I am completely speechless by this point, but automatically place my hands onto his head, slipping my fingers between his dirty blonde locks to scratch at his skull, while he tries to steady his breathing. It goes quiet once more, leaving us in dangerous waters; we are left with own thoughts.
‘’You can’t expect me to stay at Cair every time something goes wrong, especially if its life threatening. Its not in my nature to play politician, or stagiest. I want to defend my nation too. In as many ways as possible.’’ He pulls back, looking up at me sighing deeply. He doesn’t say anything in the beginning he just stares at me as if he is taking my features in trying to engrave everything into his brain. He looks so handsome…he always looks handsome. His eyes seem like two diamonds sparkling from the dimly lit torches carefully placed around the tent. He has a few light scratches on his cheeks, along his jaw and the small gash over his eyebrow which I’ll need to tend rather sooner than later. But no matter the scratches or bruises, he is still the most gorgeous man I have ever seen in my life. After the horrors we’ve seen today and the anger that overtook him, he’s treating me like a flower, hands placed on the low of my back, fingers gently running in circles.
‘’So, it’s that why you throw yourself in front of your King every time there’s an ounce of danger in sight?!’’ he asks eyes not moving away from my own ‘’Is that one of the ways that you are protecting your nation?’’ I cannot read him, or what’s going through his head but knowing him for years, I have an idea and I want to smile because he is of course going into the wrong direction with his thoughts.
Lowering my hands from his hair, I caress his cheeks gently cupping them holding his head at a still waiting for anything to change in his expression for a moment. I wordlessly at first lean down, still watching him carefully, but he remains stoic as if he’s given up on something ‘’You could say that.’’ I start feeling how his shoulders sag in disappointment and I feel him wanting to pull away but I inch closer not allowing him ‘’But the truth is, king or not I’m in love with you.’’ Its almost comical how his eyes widen as he looks at me frozen on spot, eyes turning into a puppy look (kicked puppy).
‘’I’m not that chivalrous, I love my nation I want to protect it as best as I can. But I love you the most, Peter. High King, knight, emperor those are just titles that you’ve earned. Magnificent. You are all that, but that is not the man who I feel in love with. I feel in love with Peter Pevensie, the boy that became a man who took it upon himself to teach me a mere simpleton how to earn respect not with fists but with words.’’ Now his lower lip is trembling and I just want to kiss him all the more ‘’The man even though he has a nation to rule, takes his time out of his already always busy days to visit me, across the castle just to wish me good mornings, or good luck for meetings, or just to make sure I’ve eaten.’’ I pause leaning my head down, resting my forehead against his as he closes his eyes, so I press a kiss to his forehead ‘’That is why I did what I did. And I’ll gladly do it again. You are my whole life.’’
Ignoring the voice in my head that is shouting to be patient I lean down, pressing my lips against his slightly chapped ones. He sighs in relief and leans into it, hands holding onto my hips firmly as if he is steadying himself. Now it goes eerie quiet as I lean back a bit, hoping he doesn’t hear how my heart is beating in my chest.
I mean this isn’t the first time we’ve kissed, oh no we aren’t blushing virgins. But it’s the ‘I’m in love with you’ part that strikes a chord of course. It’s another level of intimacy as silly as it may sound to some. I’m not the one to just fall in love with someone. And yet, here he is having taken my heart, which I just practically handed to him.
‘’Y/N…’’ comes a sensual whisper making a shiver run down my spine, hands dropping to his shoulders a bit hesitant on what to do next. This can go two ways. Either he’s going to go about it the gentleman’s way and let me down easily, or…
Before I can finish the though he confirms the second idea by closing the distance, lips pressed firmer against my own, his tongue teasingly darting out across my lower lip, making me chuckle for some reason as he straightens up and inches closer my legs spreading wider to allow him to pull me closer to him, while our lips continue to dance along.
My fingers dig into the leather tunic he’s still wearing and I never despised it as much as I do now. I squeak when his hands go lower under my ass forcing me to jump up which he takes the chance to gather me in his arms and lifts me up. The kiss gets broken as I yelp in surprise but cling onto him, as he chuckles lips already on my neck.
‘’P-Peter!’’ I shout in disbelief as he drops my butt on the table taking the chance of my distraction to bite me, for sure leaving a mark behind. A few more delighted chuckles later he straightens up, looking at me gleefully hands readjusting over my things to hold then elevated, and my legs spread wide open.
‘’Yes, my love?’’ he plays innocent eyes showing hunger.
‘’Don’t do that, I could have fallen.’’ I complain half-heartedly glaring at him taking in his tunic as I avert my gaze, while crossing my arms.
‘’I would never drop you.’’ He eagerly leans in not sounding sorry, but does playfully rub his nose against mine even though I’m averting my gaze ‘’I would never drop you.’’ He nudges me hands resting over my forearms now as he gently tugs at them, but I remain stubborn ‘’My love I’m sorry, I won’t do that again.’’ he tries and that’s obviously a lie which has me smirking and glancing at him even though I want to remain serious to provoke him further.
‘’We both know that’s not the truth.’’ I point out, his hands tugging my own away to reach away.
‘’Are you calling me a liar?’’ he chuckles wrapping my arms around his neck, his own falling down to reach the hem of the big light blue tunic that I’m wearing. It’s actually his I just took one of his belts to make it look more presentable in front of the others this morning; given that my own tent lies across the camp.
‘’Yes.’’ I agree genuinely which has him grinning ear to ear and actually laughing for a moment, while I drop my hands, going for the side of the tunic, wanting to undo all the bounds that are keeping the offensive clothing on him ‘’Why did you have to wear this awful, awful thing. Ugh.’’ I groan in frustration as I create more knots than undo them. He remains grinning, watching as I struggle for a bit. Glancing up at him, I just tug at the buttons and strings harshly, the buttons falling down some landing on the table even.
‘’It’s actually my favourite tunic. Or well was.’’ He states to which I gently hit him over his chest. It has him gasping rather dramatically, but the grin he is sporting tell me everything.
‘’Liar again. I’m wearing your favourite tunic.’’ I continue opening his garment, reaching the last button that for some reason just won’t let me undress him, meanwhile I can see with the corner of my eyes the way he is musing eyes greedily taking me in, even though his shirt is like a sack on me. Comfortable one may I add.
Leaning in he presses a kiss to my cheek lips ghosting over to my ear ‘’I do like it yes, but I prefer it when it’s not necessarily on you.’’ His words have me just tearing the button away finally letting the fabric fall open to reveal the undershirt and more importantly more skin, his collarbones looking inviting for me to mark them up.
‘’Finally.’’ I state still frustrated tugging the damn clothing off but he isn’t cooperating with me ‘’Be more truthful and take this off too.’’
He raises an eyebrow ‘’How is that being more truthful?’’ he asks and yeah, I know it doesn’t make any sense but his playfulness is only raising my frustration, to which I groan and pout giving him the puppy eyes, my hands weakly tugging at the bottom of the tunic.
‘’I want it off.’’ I admit a bit whiny but as long as he’s smiling, I have nothing to complain about, even less when he starts to tug the damn thing of finally. Praise every entity thank you.
‘’So, demanding.’’ He mumbles to which I raise an eyebrow motioning with my hand for him to continue as there’s one more shirt left to go.
‘’You don’t know the half of it.’’ I chuckle leaning back on both hands briefly, just watching and taking it all in as he finally takes the shirt off and is left bare. For my eyes only. My hands are quick to reach forward, fingers tracing the lines and ridges of his abs and muscles, feeling healed up scars here and there.
‘’I see you’re enjoying yourself.’’ He muses hands reaching to rest over my hips once more as I scoot closer to the end of the table. So, I smirk in return letting my nails run over his skin, leaving faint red marks in my wake which has him quirking an eyebrow especially when, they go lower and lower reaching for something that’s been pressing against my thigh for some time.
‘’Hmm I am. Very much so.’’ I reply satisfied not missing the way his muscles tense up once my fingers trace him properly, starting to run up and down gently over his clothed length.
‘’It’s a little bit unfair that you are still fully clothed when I am not.’’ he points out making me chuckle even more so when he takes a step back but leaves his hands on the table next to me, meaning he’s leaning forward so I can kiss him if I want too. But touching comes to a momentary halt.
‘’I don’t see anything being unfair at all, my king.’’ I tease hands resting over my knees ‘’I’m completely satisfied for now. But…’’ I let my hands run slowly upwards my thighs which his eyes immediately follow after ‘’As a member of the Just Court, I see the problem in your complaint, and acknowledge that it needs to be levelled to fair play.’’ I slide my hands under the big shirt that is covering my thighs, conveniently hiding away what my fingers are doing which reflect on the way his eyebrows furrow smile disappearing, as his eyes meet my own again.
‘’You aren’t playing fair at all my lady.’’ He complains as I lean in closer undoing the buttons, one by one keeping him waiting.
‘’You haven’t specified what exactly is the problem that you are having, your highness you’ve only expressed there’s a problem in the lack off clothing on my part.’’ I play innocent and slide off the table. He remains unmoving, except for his eyes that wander over the expanse of my collarbones that are exposed, and my legs, as my pants come undone.
‘’So, you took it upon yourself to correct this, but in another way which you know would not please me?’’
At that I on purposefully lean forward and let the pants fall to my knees. I lick my lips slowly his eyes following my tongue until I’m leaning back bracing myself on the table, and raising up onto it, kicking the pants off ‘’Oh is my king not satisfied?’’ I fake surprise cupping his face again ‘’What ever shall I do to correct my foolish ways?’’ at this he snorts amused but clearly losing patience.
‘’You are the worst.’’ He mumbles but finally steps forward arms wrapping themselves around me as he ducks his head to kiss the side of my neck, but remains there simply lingering kisses which start to get messier, but in the best kind of way, calming me down, until I’m whining unable to hold myself back. He’s not the only one that is losing patience.
‘’W-we both know that you don’t m-mean that...mmmmhmmm…’’ I end up moaning as he finds that sweet spot that makes me tingle all over for a brief moment.
‘’My mind can be changed.’’ He replies drawing a smile on my lips once more, as I bury my fingers into his hair tugging gently which gets him to let out a groan, that has me feeling hot all over, excitement practically bubbling in my stomach.
‘’Peter.’’ I gasp out sensually which has him looking up in worry for a moment, until I attack him that’s the fine way of saying it, the way I kiss him. His grip gets tight again, just the way I like it while his hips are comfortably nestled between my legs. It isn’t too long until tongues get involved, and the fight for dominance begins. But I let him win, guiding the kiss however he wants it because half of my concentration goes onto my hands, which are quite shamelessly reaching for the buttons of his pants. I can feel when he smiles into the kiss, breaking it as a result a breathless chuckle filling the quiet air.
‘’You are full of tricks.’’ He points out as I undo his pants, tugging them down with an urge.
‘’I just know what I want.’’ I reply, as his hands replace my own.
‘’And what is that my fair lady?’’ he asks now rid of the pants a teasing smirk on his lips.
‘’You.’’ I simply reply taking his right hand and guiding it under the shirt I still have on, to have him feel how soaked my undergarments have become. His smile disappears, fingers moving on their own as he feels me, making me gasp as he touches me, pressing into the thin fabric to feel my wetness.
‘’How do you want me, my queen?’’ I quirk an eyebrow at the new title he has given me, but tease him further by buckling my hips encouraging him to touch me more, guiding his hand to touch me without barriers which he does eagerly so. My mouth falls slightly more open a gasp finding its way past my lips as with my free hand I grab onto his shoulder, our faces now inches away from one another, eyes darting now and then to each other’s lips, and yet we don’t collide. Yet.
‘’Exactly like this, my king.’’ I reply quietly, as his rough fingers brush over my clit. It has my body twitching briefly, until the second firmer brush has me leaning my forehead against his as he adjusts his hand the shirt riding up revealing my undergarments to his eyes and part of my stomach, while his fingers explore more running down my lower lips tracing everything, spreading my wetness along.
‘’Are you sure? You are hurting from the fight you need to b…’’ I shut him up by kissing him, conveying my need to him through the kiss, while also mewling at the way he plays with my clit, making me go crazy even more. I want him so bad ‘’Shhhhhh.’’ He hushes me gently making me whine louder as he stops moving his hand for a moment ‘’We wouldn’t want any unwanted ears hearing us, now would we?’’ he asks me slowly so my brain can comprehend his words. I nod slowly earning a satisfied smile in return fingers slowly moving making circular motions ‘’Good girl.’’ He praises me, a blush quickly hitting my cheeks.
My mouth falls open in a breathless gasp, while I stare directly at him, feeling his finger slowly entering me, his own face mimicking sort of wonder. Letting out a shaky breath he proceeds to press gentle kisses to my cheek, my nose, my lips while slowly tugging his finger in and out ‘’You are doing amazing my queen. Taking me in so well, so tight for me, and wet.’’ His words are encouraging making me tighten up, just as he pushes a second finger in, the sensation way better than when I use my own fingers. All bets are off, when he uses his thumb to circle my clit. I bite hard into my lower lip trying my hardest not to just cry out from the madness of pleasure that he is instigating in me. He lets me rest my head against his shoulder clearly enjoying the state that he has reduced me into.
‘’That’s it, my love that’s it you are doing amazing, my beautiful queen.’’ he starts saying sweet nothings between the kisses he litters over the right side of my neck this time, leaving a mark here and there and while he remains calm and collected I am loosing it way quicker than usually. His fingers just feel so good and the way he’s brushing my clit has my thighs soon trembling and my hold on him is probably borderline harsh, but he hasn’t complained about it yet ‘’…you are so gorgeous my love, doing so amazing, I bet you’ll feel even better once I enter you properly…’’
‘’Ah Peter…’’ I whimper eyes closing to a shut as they roll to the back of my head, toes curling, thighs starting to properly shake.
‘’Are you close, my queen?’’ he sounds very complacent.
‘’Y-Yeah, p-please don’t stop-p…’’ I manage to get it out with my right hand grabbing onto the edge of the table while with my left I grab onto his shoulder and hold myself up while he actually listens to me and doesn’t tease, just speeds up perfectly.
‘’That’s it gorgeous.’’ He encourages calmly, my vision starting to become white at first until stars start to explode under my eyelids, as he’s giving me everything I want and more ‘’Cum for me Y/N. I want to see my gorgeous queen, blossom.’’
I bite onto my lips again, toes and fingers curling, legs raising but not closing as he’s the barrier. I let sanity slip from my grasp welcoming in the explosion, and galaxy of wonder and bliss wash over, rendering me a trembling and crying mess which he muffles with a hand over my mouth. Not romantic but given the circumstances I don’t mind it.
‘’Whoah there gorgeous, I’ve got you; I’ve got you.’’ He reassures me, simply holding me tenderly, hands caressing my back as I’m practically slumped over him once my high starts to calm down ‘’You did so amazing my love, so beautiful, you are so astonishing. I love you.’’ At the last words my heart literally skips a beat but I’ve gained enough brain cells to move. Attempt to move.
‘’Pete…’’ I breathe, wrapping my arms around his neck as he still holds me, and fondly looks at me which just is too much for my heart to handle ‘’I want you.’’ I find myself saying and again blushing harder.
‘’So straight forward.’’ he chuckles faintly, as I inch closer to the edge, one hand reaching down to touch his cock, still hidden but it has him chocking briefly, stopping my hand ‘’Y/N just give yourself a moment to breathe my love…’’ I interrupt him with a hungry kiss.
‘’C’mon Peter, I need you in me right now.’’ I demand practically wanting to buckle my hips against him, but the way I’m sitting isn’t working out well ‘’I’m fine, I just really need you right now.’’ I continue with urgency. His resolve doesn’t last long as I thought it would. He kisses me roughly once more, forcing me to lean backwards holding me up as he is quick to push everything off the desk, the map the figurines the books, scouts’ reports, to the ground not caring as he lays me down, hands cupping my face as he stops to admire me. My dagger clatters to the floor once my back properly hits the wooden surface.
‘’I love you. So, so much.’’ he admits quietly words holding a huge heaviness to them. In his eyes I can read that he really means them, and I myself know how the struggle of so many emotions or how strong they can be and overwhelm you, how hard and sometimes impossible it is to portray them with words. Its why they say actions speak louder than words.
‘’I love you too, infinitely.’’ I whisper in return accepting the slower but more passionate kiss. My breath hitches from anticipation once he briefly moves away, but doesn’t break the kiss apart. He tugs me forward so that my ass if half hanging from the edge of the table, but I know he won’t let me fall. I wrap my legs gladly around him, gasping silently once I feel the tip of his cock nudge against my lower lips. Its he who breaks the kiss, looking down between us meanwhile I keep staring at him, at the concentration written all over his features. So, I let him be, enjoying the sensation of the head of his cock prodding and then entering me, and the feeling of fulness as he enters slowly filling me up, having me aching but not from pain but from need. He looks gorgeous, slightly concentration tugging his features, but at the same time it all unravels the more he enters me.
‘’Oh fffaaaaaa…’’ he gasps once he’s fully in, eyes shut tightly closed as he just stays there leaning over me on his elbows, caging me in. I let my hands roam over his torso again, raising upwards to press fleeting kisses to his cheeks, but end up pressing pecks on his lips until I get tired and just lie there smiling at him, with adoration. Experimentally I clench around him to which he tips his head to the side, opening his eyes to glare at me.
‘’Take me, my king. I’m all yours.’’ I whisper reaching down to tug the belt and tunic off, making quick work of getting rid of the tight restrain over my breasts. So, I’m left equally undressed like him, which clearly captures his attention for the moment being.
‘’Fuck you are so gorgeous.’’ He breathes out, leaning down to capture a nipple between his pillow-y lips, at the same time he experimentally pulls out and pushes himself back in, the moan that was about to leave from my throat gets chocked. His eyes peek up at me, a mischievous smirk forming on his lips while his tongue darts out making me shudder, once he circles it around the perk numb, his other hand pinching the other nipple. It has me arching my back, this sort of body shiver shaking me up, the whole idea and picture before me surreal but so fucking arousing.
My mouth falls open, once he starts to rock his hips, gently and slowly but the sensation is still out of this world. He fills me up completely but not in an uncomfortable way, and the way his dick is curved has already tingles going off across my skin.
‘’So tight…’’ he groans once he speeds up control finally slipping. I grab onto his biceps as he has himself prompted onto his elbows still ‘’…ugh Y/N…’’ he gasps breathing out hard, as my fingers dig into his skin.
‘’So good…’’ I breathe out, eyes shutting close as I let go of him with one hand to reach down. He’s quicker though, surprising me by grabbing both of my wrists roughly and forces my arms above my head, pining me back down against the table hard. But it’s nothing I can’t handle, given that a few hours ago I was…alright let’s not go into gore and death and all that.
‘’Not so fast, gorgeous.’’ He states looking cocky, slamming his hips into mine making me groan as getting too loud will alert others outside. He is the High King he has personal guards no matter what occasion outside and even inside Cair Paravel ‘’You’re mine to protect…’’ he says firmly slowing down but he emphasises his words with harder thrusts ‘’…mine to look over…’’ another muffled groan ‘’…mine to cherish…’’ he leans lower easily holding both my hands with only one of his (because I’m letting him) ‘’…mine to love…’’ his tone turns more sensual, as he ghosts his lips over my left cheek, eyes trained onto my own ‘’…all mine to spoil…’’ his lips quirk into a wider smile ‘’…and all mine to ruin.’’ He growls at the end, hand grabbing down to steady me by my hip as best as he can as he pulls almost all the way out, leaving me in a whiny state. He doesn’t give me the time to be vocal about it, as his hands suddenly makes a detour over my mouth, while simultaneously he slams back in. My back on its own arches off the table, my hands flying upwards to latch onto the edge of the table to hold on for dear life, as the pace he sets it isn’t fast but its brutal and deep in all the right ways, that bring tears to my eyes instantly, vision briefly blurring.
‘’Fuh…fuk..ahh…ohh…’’ half chocked sounds keep leaving my throat as I can’t even assemble a proper sentence or what I want to say in my brain, let alone a coherent word to actually form. I barely can keep my eyes open, the sight just frying every brain cell because Peter looks fucking magnificent as I take him in.
He is covered in sweat, gold locks sticking to his forehead, but also the way the sweat is dripping down his skin, in this moment I would even lick it off. I want to trace my fingers over his muscular arms, fell the muscles tense, as well as his abs that have me tilting my head. My eyes follow his happy trail, and even though I can’t see us being connected I fucking feel it, and it’s burning at the rest of my sanity.
Its when he leans slightly forward again, readjusting his stance one hand reaching up to hold the table preventing it from moving further ahead, and with the other he reaches for my clit that’s been neglected this whole time that is when its game over. I clench up immediately, nails digging into the wood of the table, body tensing like a violin chord ready to snap at any moment, as electricity courses through me.
‘’Are you close, my queen?’’ he asks breathless smirking as I immediately start nodding, holding in a yelp once he starts moving his fingers over my clit in a circular motion. Without warning I feel like I get hit over by a train. Everything is weightless, I have no care in the world whatever happens it doesn’t matter, I am surrounded by nothingness in the best way possible. Its Peter’s grunt, warmth and weight of his body pressing on me that has me opening my eyes to look at the mop of blonde hair, as he lays over me, head resting over my chest.
For a moment I try to collect my breathing, remember how to do that in the first place actually. Unbending my fingers figuring how to work them follows. They’ve become kind of cramped up as my grip tight on the wood was too hard. Briefly stretching them, I start to run them up his back ignoring the sweat, to just caress him. I can feel his seed leaking out from me, but he hasn’t even bothered to pull out yet. I don’t mind it. In this moment I don’t mind anything at all.
As long as he’s safe and sound, unharmed I’m okay with anything, even the back pain that will probably follow but I can live with that. After all tomorrow is going to be soon, and I need my A game, to protect my king again on the battlefield.
I’m pleasantly surprised once I feel a gentle kiss that he presses under my jaw. And the next one that follows I just sigh and hum content, giggling as he continues to trail kisses upwards my neck again but this time less aggressive than the first time. He presses one last peck over the corner of my lips and then raises up to look at me properly ‘’You okay?’’ he asks gently, readjusting his body a bit so he can trail his hand over my cheek.
‘’I’m more than okay.’’ I reply slightly too eager in return. But he doesn’t say anything on it just leans in to kiss me, tongue not shying away.
He’s too quick to break the kiss, and I’m on the verge of turning into a brat but he just moves higher to rest his forehead against my own ‘’Ready for round…’’
‘’Your majesty may I come inside; we’ve received urgent news.’’ Comes an urgent voice from the outside making us both glance behind him, where the tent entrance is but luckily nobody steps through. Glancing up I meet Peter’s eyes again and I think we’re both having same thoughts ‘’Your majesty?’’
‘’Give me a moment.’’ Peter replies calmly like the king he always is, but leans down to quickly devour me, biting onto my lower lip once he breaks away ‘’This isn’t over.’’
ft. edmund pevensie x f! reader — the chronicles of narnia
╰₊✧ it didn’t take a conversation to kickstart your relationship, but an unexpected night of passion┊1.6k words
setting: the golden age
contains: smut!! dom edmund & sub reader┊strangers to lovers, arranged marriages, receiving oral, exhibitionism
➤ author's note: an older request, i debated on doing this one because i have another strangers to arranged marriage to lovers for edmund, but they have different vibes so it’s okay :D
when you married the young king of narnia, you barely knew anything about him aside from his name, face, age, and the reason why this wedding was arranged in the first place. this union between two kingdoms could only be forged through blood, and while you didn’t really have any qualms about it, simply recognizing it as part of your royal duties, you’ve heard a couple of rumors floating about that he was rather discontent over the entire thing. he can’t be blamed, you suppose, not when everyone dreams of marrying someone they genuinely loved with all their heart and soul, but that’s the only luxury that the two of you couldn’t afford.
admittedly, hearing the petty gossip about how people thought he was hurt your feelings a bit, even though it was more than understandable, but every time you’ve interacted with him, both before and after the ceremony, he’s never displayed that side of alleged dissatisfaction with how his life turned out. he remains ever the gentleman, polite and chivalrous, although there was always an invisible line of awkwardness drawn between the two of you that you hope will one day disappear entirely.
weeks have flown by without any progress, remaining strangers with the label of a couple slapped on, but you were still holding out hope for the two of you to eventually fall in love. it’s not like the two of you could ever get divorced, not when the balance between your two kingdoms was at stake, but you weren’t sure if edmund held the same sentiment. you hated the idea of living out your lives being completely loveless when it came to each other or having to sneak around cair parival with a different partner.
hell, you thought of him as rather handsome in a boyish way, but you weren’t even sure if he was attracted to you to begin with. sure, lucy would tell you that the thought you were very pretty and was completely gobsmacked when he first saw you in your gleaming white wedding dress while walking down the aisle, but you weren’t convinced whether she was telling the truth or was just trying to make you feel better about the entire situation.
if only you knew how he truly felt about you and how he was holding himself back because he was worried about scaring you off. even though it’s been years since he betrayed his family to side with the white witch and has been forgiven by them since, there were still many who didn’t trust him and made him the target of unsavory gossip whenever something went wrong. he was fearful that you thought poorly of him because of his past, or worse, was outright disgusted with him because of it. besides, back in england, he was notorious for being difficult to get along with, and even though it’s been years, and everyone agrees he’s changed so much since then, he’s still fearful that side of him will slip out in conversation with you, so he chose just not to have very many conversations at all the first time.
little did either of you know, it wasn’t a conversation that kick-started your relationship and decades of happiness afterward, but rather, a night of passion stemming from endless frustration. there were too many things that added up to his explosion of exasperation. he could never list everything that went wrong if he tried. if there was even one less mishap, then he isn’t certain if he would have seeked comfort in you to begin with, yet when he burst your shared room and slammed the door shut before rushing over to slam his lips on yours, then you welcomed him with open arms to console him in one of the best ways a wife could.
you never expected him to come onto you so full of desire so randomly, but it was such a welcome change to the usual bedroom situation. even though you both shared a sleeping space, it was never anything more than that. he was your husband, but you were too embarrassed to come onto him, feeling like you were being a predator if you were just close enough to feel the warmth of his body. he never moves away from you, but he never moves closer to you either, expect for now, when he’s feverishly kissing you like you were going to disappear underneath him any second, his hands pinning your wrists to the side of your head.
still, he wasn’t overly rough or aggressive with you, just enough for you to feel the forces of irritation and underlying yearning that were only now beginning to be satisfied. his actions spoke louder than any clever poetry he could have come up with would have been, and for the first time since you’ve met him, you could really feel the previously reserved love he held for you.
“is this… is this okay?” he sounded nervous, like he just realized how he came onto you without much question and had jumped the gun. god, what if he fucked everything up from a single action he didn’t give a second thought, and now you thought of him as some beastly creature who couldn’t control his urges?
he’s so lucky that you know all about what a great and lovely man he was, gone was the selfish and stubborn little boy you occasionally heard about, and now you had the pleasure of knowing him as the responsible young man who was well deserving of his title as “the just.”
“of course, it’s okay,” you whispered, “just keep kissing me… and some more…”
of course, he happily obliged, pulling in closer to capture your lips in his again, now letting his hands start to strip you of your nightgown and feeling the skin underneath while marveling over how soft you were. the anger clouding his mind was quickly dissipating and being replaced with lust instead, a feeling that he’s been trying his hardest to keep under wraps. it was like torture to him to lie next to a gorgeous thing like you every night without so much as saying a word to you, wanting to pick at your mind in conversation and to touch you as a husband should, but he’s never had the courage until now.
now, edged on by the way you were softly sighing his name, he was quickly becoming obsessed with the way it sounded from your mouth. he wanted to hear more of it, louder and clearer, lowering his kisses from your face, to your neck, to between the valley of your breasts, to where you wanted him most. he’s not experienced, but he’s determined and infatuated, which easily makes up for the fact that everything he knows about being intimate comes from racy novels that he pretends to be disgusted by.
almost immediately, he managed to locate your sensitive button and flicked his tongue against its underside, swirling it about before dragging the tip down to your entrance. your hand reached out to tangle and pull at his tousled dark locks, unable to hold yourself back. aside from that, there was nothing else you were doing aside from sitting pretty while letting out little whimpers of his name and how you wanted more. you didn’t want him to hold back, not when you were waiting for so long for something like this to happen. you were so wet that you were practically dripping, already trying to grind yourself on his lower face for more of that addicting pleasure. he has to have you on his face one of these days, but for now, he was going to focus on the task at hand.
then, he remembered that his mouth wasn’t the only thing he could use at the moment to make you feel good, using two of his fingers to gently push and delve within your folds, luckily managing to curl them in the most perfect way possible. “f-fuck, edmund, right there!” you cried out. you didn’t even know there was a part of your body that felt so good when probed, but this just solidified that he was the right man for you, knowing exactly the correct buttons to push before even knowing what they did.
over the sounds of your moans, he could hear someone drop a tray outside the door and rush to clean it up, scuttling away as quickly as possible, clearly embarrassed about what they’ve stumbled across. he could see it now, the very maids and butlers who used to mock your arranged marriage as loveless and lifeless were now going to avoid this wing like the plague, all because he was making you feel so good that you couldn’t stop calling out his name if your life depended on it. the thought of it quickly became one of his favorite things in the world, both making you scream out of pleasure and proving those gossipers entirely wrong when they said you were never going make each other happy. he was getting off entirely on your reactions like the devoted husband he’s resolved to be, every mewl and whimper and moan bringing him closer to his peak. it isn’t nearly as embarrassing as the fact that it took him this damn long to bed you, but when you finally cum hot all over his lower face and your entire body shudders in delight, he thinks that it’s high time for him to finally consummate the marriage.
let’s just say, the next morning, no one needed to see the hickies on your neck or the long scratches raked down edmund’s back to know what happened last night. his siblings wouldn’t stop snickering at him, and while you were wholly humiliated at the fact that you forgot other people could perceive you as well last night, your husband seemed to be rather proud about the entire thing and was already planning on what else he wanted to do with you when night falls.
request:
Ooh hi! Could you write a request where you are betrothed to Edmund Pevensie. And after their marriage they sleep on the same bed and vise versa but are complete strangers. And one night he gets super frustrated over the kingly duties and everything and ends up having sex with the reader. Like the maids walking by can just tell and do not dare cross path with the room. Fem reader and smut obviously. I love you and your profile <3
request:
Can you do an Edmund Pevensie fic where he just eats her out?
